This mirror of mine all coiled dragons:
its clarity was pure radiance every day,
then gathering the dust of this world
it soon blurred to a moon adrift in mist.
When grief comes, I look to that light,
but find only white hair and lament
and you in borderland distances. Tell me,
How could farewell go so long and far?
translated by David Hinton
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Leonard Durso 
Heart toching poem bt dear leonardo !! U r addresing white hair n lament for whom.is it belonged any sad moment?
The poet misses someone dear to him.
Beautiful, so telling about grief and loss.
I’m glad you like it.
Yeah.i m thinking so.how sad.bt who was ur missed dear ?
Not me. The poet Meng Hao-jan.
Oh.i understood.